Showing posts with label necromancy. Show all posts
Showing posts with label necromancy. Show all posts

Wednesday, February 05, 2014

Excerpt Deux!

Didn’t I promise another excerpt of Preying On Time after I provided you with the prologue in my Whetting Your Appetites post?

Well here you go. I kept my promise – even if it has been delivered later than I planned.

1. John Doe

“So who do we think he is?”

The police officer glanced up at her and then down at his screen once more, a scowl etched into his face. He highlighted things, pressed delete and then hammered the same information in again, the old keys clacking like arthritic knuckles in the chaotic jangle of paper, chatter and phone calls. The screen refreshed and the officer’s frown deepened.

Thursday, January 16, 2014

Whetting Your Appetites…

Preying On Time has been released, but if you can’t see a reason to clicking your way through for a sample…

Well, here’s the prologue to get you guys started.

Prologue: Running

He ran, fire streaming through his tightened lungs, his eyes wide, pupils dilated with fear, the sound of feral feet thundering not far behind.

Growls tore at his ears from all sides, bouncing as echoes, stabbing his trembling skin. It was like something from a nightmare. If only he could wake up. Hackled laughter issued in his wake, inhuman and derisive with the thrill of the chase. Shivers spiked down his taut spine. Any bravery he had was burning up, disintegrating like the oxygen in his overworked lungs.

Friday, December 16, 2011

Flash Fiction No. 72

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Autumn Whole

His lips pressed against the bare flesh of her breastbone, her pulse jumping against his skin. Fingertips ran across the line of her jaw, pulling free a sigh as her eyes lit with a smile, curving the corners of her soft mouth. Her gaze sparkled on his.

“Why did you come back for me after all I did?”

Monday, December 05, 2011

Divine Hell Fiction: Limbo

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Stuck in between life and death was not where she wanted to be. Through the fogged existence she could see her body lying cold on the snowy ground.

One step through the gateway and she’d be home forever…

Friday, December 02, 2011

Flash Fiction No. 71

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Death Breath

He touched her lips of sapphire blue and remembered them red.

Long nights had been spent in this house. Long nights had dragged them closer in, tucking them under its protective shawl. Wind creaked the old stairway. He glanced up at the steps from where he knelt, seeing nothing but the dark shadow seeping out of the landing.

They’d met here a thousand times before, but he wondered what could have brought her back. The circle outside lay unbroken.

It was unsafe.

Tuesday, November 29, 2011

November Fic

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In accordance with @LadyAntimony’s November fiction challenge of 250 words, here is my offering:

My Tricksy Precious

“‘One ring to rule them all’… What bull is this? Where’s the original note?”

The paper crumpled in her hand, heavily lined eyes black with anger. How hard was it to follow a set of simple instructions? She should have done it herself. Always expect shoddy work if you send a demon to do a necromancer’s job.

“I thought that was the original note…”

Friday, November 04, 2011

Flash Fiction No. 66

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Rehearsed Sickness

The body in the chair sat at an awkward angle, lips mismatching. The shadows of the room arched and hollowed its face. Sunken eyes stared unseeing at the floor.

Fingers ran over his flesh, which crumpled and flaked as if touched by paint stripper.

The smell had reached her nostrils so many times before, decay and decomposition. It was disturbingly delicious. She patted her pocket where loose tablets jingled. She was supposed to take them every three hours to stop the manifestations and dampen her powers, but where was the fun in that?

Saturday, October 29, 2011

Halloween Flash Fiction: Week 4

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Grave Error

The ground bubbled and shook where the soil had been freshly laid. Borborygmic ripples tugged at the earth, boiling below her feet and knocking her to the floor.

She scrambled towards the gate, but the ripples had spread out from one grave and through the whole cemetery.

Skeletal limbs and half-rotted flesh broke the soil and turf. She wished she’d never started. It had been a stupid idea to go out there all alone to test her powers.

Friday, October 21, 2011

Flash Fiction No. 64

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Constant Sight

His mother leaned across the table, blood dribbling down her chin. She hissed at me, frothing and foaming, a mad look in her eye.

I swallowed down a hunk of pork. She’d been doing that all the way through dinner. It was best just to ignore her. It was best just to ignore them all.

I slipped a glance at him with his sad eyes and drooping mouth. He said nothing, stirring the food around his plate.

Monday, October 10, 2011

#TuesdayTales: The Writer’s Cut

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Usually I intersperse posts of fiction with those about my daily life. Today… that’s been cast out because it’s the extended edition of #TuesdayTales. This means that instead of the 100 word comments we’ve been leaving over on Glitter Word, today we leave the first 100 words of an 1000 word tale.

The above is the picture we base our stories around for today and the word prompt is Spectrum. For more details check out today’s starter post.

But this is my response….

Friday, September 30, 2011

Flash Fiction No. 62

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Oui Ja

“No,” he murmured calmly. “You don’t understand.”

Daylight squeezed through the murky panes, grey and dismal with the low hang of morning mist. She sat, motionless, in the chair. No words crossed her breath. He pursed his lips, hands deep in his pockets.

“This is why I didn’t want to do it. This is why I told you we shouldn’t play this stupid game.”

Friday, September 23, 2011

Flash Fiction No. 61

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Red Pill or Blue Pill?

Blood spluttered from her lips as she lay sprawled across the grimy tiles, crimson blotting too pale skin. The pills sat scattered out of reach.

Her fingers feebly clasped on air. She closed her eyes, dry lips moving in silent prayer. One arm clutched about her burning stomach, she struggled to get closer to the pills, but every time she moved they seemed to get further away.

“Get up.”

Friday, September 02, 2011

Flash Fiction No. 58

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Spectral Spies

My breath whispered along the passage in shuddering ripples, bouncing off the too solid walls and floors. I needed to get out.

The night gown clawed at my ankles, clinging and sticking to my skin in the damp, but I pretended I didn’t feel it, holding the knife out before me in shaky fingers. Cold light echoed from thin slivered bulbs. There was no going back. I took another breath and stepped past the third laboratory door.

It seemed selfish leaving the others, but I couldn’t risk it.

Friday, August 26, 2011

Flash Fiction No. 56

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Death Wish
A continuation of Drink to Death

She smoothed her hand through her wet hair, dried blood clinging to her fingers. Death had healed her wound, but not her heart.

The track clattered overhead. The thing about being a necromancer was that you belonged to death. And nobody killed death’s pets, but death.

Friday, August 19, 2011

Flash Fiction No. 55

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Drink to Death

The train rattled overhead like a xylophone spine. She closed her eyes and tightened her fingers around the tattered, cochineal rag.

Excess rainwater collected in a puddle nearby, dripping slow and thick. The sound rippled through her body reminding her. She wet her lips and set her teeth.

Where was he?

Friday, July 29, 2011

Flash Fiction No. 53

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Screaming Whispers

The slick splash tickled dazed ears, the scent of stale urine and sweat stinging his nostrils. Dull pain vibrated through his skull, pulsing as a vehement sound wave that jangled his insides. The darkness of the dank room was too bright for his eyes.

Scratching tore at the outer walls.

He put his hand to his forehead, eyes still tightly closed, and felt the sticky smear of blood that laced his temple. Beneath him, his broken ankle throbbed. He’d fallen on it when the unexpected drop had cut across his path. Travelling too fast to stop, his feet had sent him plummeting, the sound of them tearing his ears.

Wednesday, June 01, 2011

Flash Fiction No. 45

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A Grave Gift

I stood by the sucking pit that gaped through the grass and wondered how it was that they didn’t see it. My heart hammered in my throat, but leaning back only made the pressure of my mother’s hand dig in against my shoulder.

She said the monsters were only in my imagination.

The stink of death and damp peat reached my nostrils. I would have closed my eyes, but if you do, when you open them again, those things creep closer to grab you. If you jump or scream everybody thinks you’re some kind of freak. And I didn’t need any help in that department.

Saturday, March 19, 2011

Flash Fiction No. 31

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A Million & One Smoking Guns

Six weeks.

She’d waited. He hadn’t come. Five patrols had passed by. She’d sensed them and stayed hidden, waiting for hours until they’d gone.

She checked her watch for the third time in two minutes. Her heart skittered uselessly in her chest. One more minute, she told herself, knowing that it would make no difference.

The second hand ticked down to zero. She sighed, lingering. If she left then he might not find her. He said he’d come back. He would come back. And then there was a problem. Her eyes danced to the window. If she didn’t go she would starve. All of the supplies in the cottage were down to nothing.

Her heart sank.

Saturday, February 12, 2011

Flash Fiction No. 26

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[A continuation of Flash Fiction No. 24]

Kiss of Death

He turned over his hands, marvelling at the life that ran through their pulsing veins. After a century of wandering in the transparent wilderness of death, he was alive.

His weak knees pulled him to the floor. He was glued to the pale existence of his hands. Tears glazed his vision, but he blinked them away and turned his stare on her. Moving his lips in a breathy whisper, it was as if his voice had not been used in years.

“What did you do… to me?”

Monday, January 31, 2011

Flash Fiction No. 24

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A Grave Error


Closing her eyes, she knelt beside the grave. The ghost placed an icy hand on her shoulder. She could feel the chill seep through her skin and into her bones.

His lips whispered by her ear. “Well, hello again, little necromancer…” The words hissed as a serpent’s breath.



She hated this part and she hated him.

Instinctively, her senses tried to push him away, but he just laughed his hollow laugh and wriggled his fingers against her warm flesh like he was playing a piano. “Tut tut. You know you can’t get rid of me, love. Best just to get on with it.”